On Christmas Eve,
a young boy with light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's
surprise,
And said as he nestled on Santa's
broad knee,
"I want your secret, tell it to
me."
He leaned up & whispered in Santa's
good ear,
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how, as you travel
about,
Giving gifts here & there, you
never run out.
How is it, dear Santa, that in your
pack of toys,
You have plenty for all of the world's
girls & boys?
Stays so full, never empties as
you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes
large & small,
From nation to nation, reaching them
all?
And Santa smiled kindly & said
to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions.
Don't you want a toy?"
But the child shook his head, and
Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now
listen to me,"
He told the small boy with the light
in his eyes,
"My secret will make you sadder
& wise.
"The truth is that my sack is magic.
Inside
It holds millions of toys for my
Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl
& each boy
I don't always leave them a gaily
wrapped toy.
Some homes are hungry, some homes
are sad.
Some homes are desperate, some homes
are bad.
Some homes are broken, & children
there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should
I leave?
"My sleigh is filled with the happiest
stuff,
But for homes where despair lives,
toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl &
boy,
And pray with them that they'll
be given the joy
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit
that lives
In the heart of the dear child who
gets not,
but gives.
If only God hears me & answers
my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will
find there
Are homes filled with peace,
and with giving, and love
And boys and girls gifted with light
from above.
It's a very had task, my smart little
brother,
To give toys to some,
and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts,
the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each
need.
"That's part of the answer.
The rest, my dear youth,
Is that my sack is magic, And that
is the truth.
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve
day
More love than a Santa could e'er
give away.
The sack never empties of love,
or of joys
'Cause inside it are prayers, and
hopes.
Not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller
it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling
dreams.
"And do you know something?
You've got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine, and it's
inside of you.
It never gets empty, it's full from
the start.
It's the centre of lights, and of
love. It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want
to help me,
Don't be so concerned with your
gifts
'neath your tree.
Open that sack, call your heart,
& share
Your joy, your friendship, your
wealth, your care."
The light in the small boy's eyes
was glowing.
"Thanks for the secret. I've got
to be going."
"Wait, little boy," said Santa "don't
go.
Will you share? Will you help?
Will you use what you know?"
And just for a moment the small
boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small
hand & whispered,
"I will."
Author Unknown
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